Traffic Court: The Next Day
Mar. 31st, 2004 05:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerThe day has passed.
I wrote up a mini-script of what I was going to say to the judge, but I hardly remember what I said, save for trying to explain (in some semi-coherent form) my mindset at the time. Namely, it was exams week, I was tired, stressed, and had just broken up with my girlfriend (which wasn't entirely true, but true enough). I don't know how much further I got before he told me to stop while I was ahead, and I shut up. Then he passed sentence and I sat down, and the words hadn't even sunk it. The bailiff handed me a sheet and whispered, genuinely amazed, "I don't know how the hell you did it. Anybody else would have been nailed, but you got off damn lucky."
Probation before judgement. No points. $275 fine reduced to $125.
Now... I know several of you will be smugly playing the "I told you so" card, but I know several others were pretty damn prepared for me to at least get SOME points. After all, I was going 97 MPH in a 65 zone. That's not slap-on-the-wrist territory anymore.
Mother. Fuck. I don't know how I did it, but I did it. I should be much happier, but I'm still a little nervous, for fear of jinxing it. So. Yay me.
As the wise man Willem Dafoe once said, "Kinda makes me feel like Riverdancin'."
I wrote up a mini-script of what I was going to say to the judge, but I hardly remember what I said, save for trying to explain (in some semi-coherent form) my mindset at the time. Namely, it was exams week, I was tired, stressed, and had just broken up with my girlfriend (which wasn't entirely true, but true enough). I don't know how much further I got before he told me to stop while I was ahead, and I shut up. Then he passed sentence and I sat down, and the words hadn't even sunk it. The bailiff handed me a sheet and whispered, genuinely amazed, "I don't know how the hell you did it. Anybody else would have been nailed, but you got off damn lucky."
Probation before judgement. No points. $275 fine reduced to $125.
Now... I know several of you will be smugly playing the "I told you so" card, but I know several others were pretty damn prepared for me to at least get SOME points. After all, I was going 97 MPH in a 65 zone. That's not slap-on-the-wrist territory anymore.
Mother. Fuck. I don't know how I did it, but I did it. I should be much happier, but I'm still a little nervous, for fear of jinxing it. So. Yay me.
As the wise man Willem Dafoe once said, "Kinda makes me feel like Riverdancin'."
